Bee Stung

There had been very few situations in his life that had left Jon feeling as satisfied as he did in that locker room. Yes, thinking back on his time in Girl World, it was true that Jon had been taken great satisfaction from jobs well done. His time in the frat house, for example, had been greatly gratifying. When he had rescued that drowning man he had felt elated. But the sense of completeness Jon felt wash over him as he knelt on the ground, sports injuries in his hands, coated in the discharge of the men he had helped, was must more profound than he had anticipated.

It was like he was meant to be that way.

If he could only be so lucky. Yes, Jon was having a great time in Girl World, but sooner or later he would have to return to his normal life back home, and he doubted that so many men would allow him to take care of their needs like these football players had. There was something special about Girl World, something Jon longed to keep with him past his time at the resort.

It was a lament, he was sure, that was common amongst those enjoying their vacations. Jon was still young, and this Girl World trip was his first foray into the world of resort trips. And while he knew that the experiences he was having would stay fresh in his heart for years to come, soon enough he would have to return to reality, go the doldrum of life’s regular rhythms.

“Jon,” a voice called from the far side of the locker room, “could you come with me, please?”

Looking up, Jon saw that it was Toni, the crossdresser that had helped him out before. Still wanting to be helpful, Jon excused himself from the players and walked toward Toni, licking the globs of discharge off his fingers as he went (it was surprisingly tasty!).

“Oh, you stay here, Kelli,” Toni said as Jon’s roommate made to join them, “I have a job that’s just for Jon. I'm sure the coach has something to keep you busy.”

Jon saw a frown form on Kelli's face, but to be honest, he was relieved to have a bit of time to himself. While Kelli had really grown on Jon, he still thought of himself as a lone-wolf, like the Marlboro Man, someone who did better without a tag-along. Straightening his breast forms, Jon continued out of the room, wiggling his fingers over his shoulders at Kelli, eager to find out what task he was going to be given next.

Through the door that Toni had appeared in Jon passed, once again finding a concrete hallway leading into the bowels of the stadium, although this time there was a slight upward climb in elevation. The cool air felt nice on his skin, helping the players' discharge dry where it had landed all over his body. Jon wondered if it made him look rugged, like a soldier coming out of the trenches, or a doctor coming out of surgery. It sure made him feel special, a badge of honour, showing how helpful he could be.

"I saw what you did there," Toni said as he walked ahead of Jon, his incredible female-like ass wagging in his black tights.

"Oh?"

"You did a fabulous job with the crowd," Toni continued, "We were worried that we'd have to start refunding tickets, but you and Kelli turned it around. You're a real star."

"Thank-you," Jon said, blushing.

"And your work in the locker room? Inspired," Toni said emphatically, "You two sluts were made for work like this."

"We were just trying to be helpful," Jon said, a little embarrassed at the attention, "The players put so much out on the field..."

"That you two just couldn't help but put out in the locker room," Toni interrupted, "Trust me, I've been there. I get it."

Toni paused at a large metal doorway and shoved it open. Sunlight poured into the hallway, momentarily blinding Jon. He blinked, then as his eyes adjusted, he saw that they were back on the field, this time with the players and crowd gone.

"We only noticed them at the end of the game," Toni said, walking out onto the pitch, indicating that Jon should follow, "We have no idea how they got here, but we have to get rid of them."

"Who? I don't understand."

"The bees," Toni said, pointing to a small wooden box on the opposite side of the field, "Believe it or not, someone put a bee hive on the field, right near the visitor's bench. I'm guessing it was a prank on the other team, something to throw off their game. Didn't work, though. I think the bees are tired or hibernating. They're in there, but they're sleeping."

"Shouldn't we call a professional to move them?"

"It's just a small hive," Toni said, "A one-person job, and the bees are asleep. I have a bee-keeper waiting outside the stadium, but for insurance purposes, we have to bring the hive to him. I'd do it myself, but I'm deathly allergic to bees. In the unlikely event of one of the bees waking up, it could be the end of me! And since you've been so helpful so far, I thought that maybe you could..."

"Say no more," Jon said, a brave grin on his face, "I'll move the hive. You just point me toward that bee-keeper."

"See the gate under the Budweiser sign?" Toni pointed a painted fingernail at a gate around thirty feet from the box, "Bring the hive there, and the bee-keeper can take it from you."

"Easy," Jon said, springing into action. He ran across the field with a bounce in his stride, enjoying the feel of his skirt in the wind. He was a man! He wasn't afraid of some little insects!

Stepping up to the hive, he could hear a muffled buzzing noise, quiet enough to be missed if you weren't listening to it, but it felt in no way threatening. He could do this. Besides, with Toni's allergy, this could really help him pay back the cheer coach for the trust he gave him in allowing him to help the team out!

He bent at the waist and carefully lifted the box. So far so good. Then he started toward the gate, stepping carefully, gingerly, softly. The last thing he wanted to do was to disturb the hive, create an unsafe situation. Closer and closer the gate was, more and more confident Jon was. Until...

"Oops," he said, tripping on a towel that was left on the ground by one of the players. He was still steady, still upright, but in the jostling the lid of the hive had slid open a few inches.

"Shit," he said, hearing the buzzing start to get louder. He'd woken the hive!

"Everything okay?" Toni called from across the field.

"I think I woke them up!" Jon called back, "I don't know what to do!"

"They're awake?!" Toni screamed, "You have to do something! Keep them contained!"

Panicking, Jon did the first thing that came to mind to close the hive up again. His breast forms, sizable, and available, were the only things big enough to plug the new hole. And so he shoved his chest into the cavity of the hive, hoping it would seal it up enough for the bees to calm down.

Of course, it had the opposite effect.

Yes, the bees were sealed into their hive, but now they were infuriated by the intrusion! At first Jon was happy that the breast forms were not his real chest, since they took the brunt of the swarm's attack. But that lasted only a minute or two. Soon enough the bees had made their way around the breast forms and found his pectoral muscles. Tears poured down his cheeks as he screamed in pain. Over and over the bees stung him, again and again they used him as a receptacle for their rage and fury.

But still Jon did march forward, valiantly saving Toni by keeping the hive pressed tightly against his chest. Every step was hell, every foot was hard fought. The pain was dizzying, punishing, but even in its throws, Jon knew that it was worth it.

When he finally reached the gate, the bee-keeper was waiting with a fogger. The older man immediately went to work calming the bees, returning them to their slumber. The frequency of the stings abated, and soon Jon was left with only the painful memory of their attack.

He handed the hive over to the man, who locked it in the back of his truck. Then Jon pulled off his top, his bra, and removed his breast forms. His chest was an ugly red, painful and swollen.

"That looks terrible," the bee-keeper said, "I think I have something that could help."

The man jogged to the driver's door, reached inside, and returned carrying a large tube of ointment.

"You'd better let me rub this on," the man said, "for the pain."

Jon's tears had not yet stopped, so he sobbed an ascent. The man opened the tube and dispensed a sizable amount of ointment on each pectoral. Then the man reached forward with his calloused hands and began to rub. It felt incredible. Immediately the paint vanished, replaced by a pleasure that made Jon's spine tingle.

"Don't stop..." Jon breathed.

"I won't," the man said with a friendly, hungry smile, "You're not done yet."

More and more the man rubbed. Three times he paused to add more ointment. The odd thing was that as the man rubbed, Jon's chest began to change. Instead of being pocked by hundreds of bee stings, the marks disappeared while the swelling increased, becoming uniform and profound. Outward did his chest push, more and more, bigger and bigger. Soon Jon was standing before a man who was rubbing a huge chest, similar in size and shape to the amazingly manly breast that Kelli sported. Could it be true? Could the bees have gifted him with the chest that he truly desired? One that would drive the women of Girl World wild?

The man stopped rubbing, gave Jon's nipples a good pinch, then released him.

"I think that should do it," he said, admiring his work.

"That's incredible!" Jon said, his hands holding up his new chest, "Are they permanent? Will the swelling go down?"

"Not with these kind of bees," the man said, "They've got a very potent sting. If anything, you might even experience a little more growth."

Jon couldn't contain himself. He jumped up and down, clapping his hands, his new masculine breasts bouncing with each jump. He loved the look, the feel, even the weight of them. It was like he had been given a piece to his puzzle, one that he knew was missing but could never find.

"Thank you so much!" he pulled the man into a hug, the man's face being pulled straight into Jon's new chest. He help him there for good long time, allowing the bee-keeper to really see the gift he'd help give Jon. The man seemed to enjoy it, too, slipping one of Jon's nipples into his mouth for a long, loving suck. It was divine.

But like all things in Girl World, even though they felt great, they don't last forever. It was emblematic of Jon's awareness of the temporal nature of his vacation. Just like he would one day need to return to his home, so too did the man let his lips leave Jon's nipple, leaving a string of drool behind that Jon cherished.

"Well, I'd better get these bees to their new home," the man said, standing awkwardly, holding his hands over a strange bulge in his pants. Jon wondered if some of the bees had gotten in there and had stung him. Perhaps Jon should return the favour, rubbing some ointment on the man.

But before he could offer, the man had hopped into his van and driven away. Behind him, Jon found, Toni had fled in the fear of being stung. And so, wearing his cheerleader skirt, his bare chest now sporting incredible macho breasts, and still covered in dry discharge from the players, Jon followed the van outside the gate back into Girl World. The resort community had been generous with him in the past, and he was sure it would continue to be so then. He couldn't wait to see what it had in store for him next.